Holi- A Festival Lost in Colours. I was asked by few of my colleagues to write and recite a poem on the occasion of Holi. I am sharing with you the poem I wrote. The translation is added below the original poetry. My friend when you put the colours of the Holi on my face, I relived the times of my childhood. In this era where the country is struggling with the Saffron and Green.

Friday, August 07, 2015. Viv returns from an early morning run just as Xena is waking up. Viv - Good morning, Sweety! Xena - Good morning, sweaty! 1 bewdas got fultu talli! Warrior Princess Gundi Xena. Wednesday, August 05, 2015. So which movie are you going to see? She was going to babysit Xena while Viv and I went on one of our really rare dates - to the movie theatre.

This blog has now officially been shut down. It has been a good run. I began from 36 and counting and now am at 43 and counting. And rather tired of counting. And have nothing much to say of any relevance, but then when did I ever, and when did it stop me, you might say and rightly so. A getaway in the hills. Cleaning up the culture of littering.

Sunday, August 9, 2015. Except that, they would have to send me three. No probs, they said. Then they asked me to choose the boxes. The boxes arrived and were left un.